Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Theo
A few days pass, and Wren is thrilled it’s Friday because, for her, it’s payday. I’m not entirely sure why she waited until today to go to the store to stock up on essentials. I told her I would happily hand her my wallet, and she could have a field day wherever she wanted.
“You should get these,” I suggest, my lips curling into a sly grin.
She rolls her eyes when I hold up the lacy number. “Those will give me perpetual wedgies.”
“Exactly the point,” I say, imagining how she’d look in it and how fast I’d have them off her.
She gives me that look—the one that’s a mix of exasperation and barely contained amusement, and my heart skips a beat. She has no idea just how much I live for these little moments, the way her lips twitch, trying not to smile, the way she presses a finger to my mouth, laughing as she shakes her head.
“What’s the point of underwear if you’re going to take it off anyway?” she whispers, her eyes catching mine.
My chest tightens a little, but I laugh it off, tossing the panties into the cart when she isn’t looking.
As she turns her head, I catch a glimpse of her profile, the way her lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, and the slight flush that colors her face when I brush close. A smirk plays on my lips—she thinks I don’t notice, but I see every little flicker of desire she tries to hide. It makes me wonder how I missed it before.
Watching her scan the pharmacy shelves, dropping bottle after bottle into the cart, a mix of pride and protectiveness settles in my chest. This woman—my woman, finally—is the same girl I met in WoSaF all those years ago. I used to think we’d never make it here, that I’d always be her friend, the one standing in the wings. Now, I’m the one by her side. It doesn’t matter if she’s picking out meds or... something more interesting.
It hits me out of nowhere how deeply I need this. Her. And not just in bed, but right here, laughing over her allergy meds and dodging my suggestions about lingerie.
“Are you stocking an underground pharmacy?” I tease.
“Theo, I’m a woman who is constantly sick. I require more over-the-counter medications than I can list.”
“Then why are we walking down the family planning aisle? Are you forgetting to tell me something?”
We come to a stop, and she turns toward me. “I’m going to put something in the cart, and you’re not going to say anything.”
“If you’re buying a pregnancy test—” A box clatters against the metal framework, and I grin. “That is not a pregnancy test.”
“Don’t.” She threatens me, holding up a finger.
My chest brushes against her arm as I lean in to whisper, “Are you going to let me use that on you? I’d love to play with you again.”
“I told you not to say anything,” she snickers as I kiss her blushed cheek.
“How am I not supposed to say anything when my fine-ass girlfriend puts a vibrator in her shopping cart?” I drop my hands to her waist, turning her so our lips graze. “Tell me.”
“This is why I suggested you stay home,” she rasps as I toy with, teasing her with a kiss.
“Why would I leave my gorgeous woman all by herself? I have to ensure no one eyes you up.”
“No one is eyeing me up.” She swats me on the chest.
“I am.” My voice drops an octave as I stare into her gold-flecked, hazel eyes. “I always am. . . always was.”
When Wren and I first met in WoSaF, I was attracted to her personality. I had a vague sense of what she looked like. We shared descriptors but never pictures. I didn’t know someone could be so genuine and kind. Or that someone like her would want to be my friend.
We spent endless summer nights together. I can’t count the number of times she made me smile or laugh simply because it’s too many to count. The girl who approached me after Mr. Hansberry called out our names was thin and pale, but when she smiled, I couldn’t stop myself from returning the gesture. Depression pressed down on me, but she was a ray of light that broke through my clouds. It started when we met, and it hasn’t let up yet.
“And don’t tell me I wasn’t,” I murmur.
With a soft smile, she wraps her arms around my neck and embraces me. “You’re too good to be true.”
My heart swells, and I hold her tighter. “Come on.” I step back and kiss her forehead. “The sooner we get home, the sooner we can break your new toy in.”
“Well, isn’t this a predicament,” I say.
“I didn’t know it was going to rain today.” Wren purses her lips.
Sheets of rain pummel down from swollen storm clouds. The sky is pitch black, and the pitter-patter of rain against the store’s roof is soothing.
“Are we going to have to run? I don’t want to get wet,” my girl groans.
The corners of my lips turn up, and she cuts me off as I open my mouth. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, come on, you walked straight into it! How can I not?”
With rosy cheeks, she shakes her head and gathers the bags. “All right, let’s get this over with.”
“No need,” I say while opening my car’s app.
“Is your car going to magically come to us?”
Pressing the button, I look at her with a smirk. “Yes.”
Before she can question it, the car pulls up before us, and she clicks her tongue. “You bougie bitch.”
“Hey, this bougie bitch is protecting you from getting soaked from the storm.” I press the button on the keys to unlock the doors and open the trunk. Taking the bags from her hands, I wink at her. “Because that’s my job.”
“Theodore Torres.” She tries to hide her smile.
Pellets of rain drench me within seconds. As I close the trunk, Wren squeals and nearly throws herself in the passenger seat.
My cotton tee is soaked, and chills run over my body when I get in. “Shit, it’s cold!”
“We shouldn’t have blasted the AC on the drive over.” Wren’s teeth chatter.
“I’ll turn on the seat warmers.”
“Seat warmers!?” she exclaims.
I press the button, and in seconds, my ass is toasty. “How’s that for bougie?”
“I take it back,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat. “I approve of this.”
I reach over and squeeze my girl’s hand, bringing it to my lips. “Let’s get home.”
Even though the car can drive itself, I decide not to give Wren a heart attack and keep both my hands on the wheel. I don’t mind driving in the rain; it’s rather serene once all the idiots get off the road.
“Do you know what the rain reminds me of?” Wren asks out of the blue.
“What’s that?” I respond, keeping my eyes on the road.
“The night you and I took on the classic dungeon in WoSaF.”
As soon as she says it, I know exactly what she’s talking about. “It was raining that night!”
“Just like this. Do you remember why we two-manned it?”
“You wanted to see if that rare pet would drop.”
Wren had a massive collection of pets and mounts. Everyone was envious of it, especially me. But while everyone could only appreciate her art, I got the inside scoop, and she started to help me build my own. It was the main reason we met.
“Yeah. . . it didn’t drop,” she chuckles. “But it was so much fun.”
“We stayed up until the sun rose. Mom was pissed,” I say with a wide grin.
“Because it was a school night.” Wren holds her center as she laughs. “Oh, goodness.” She swipes at her eyes as I pull into the parking garage. “We had a lot of good times in that game.”
“We certainly did. And we have many more good times to come.”
With the bags in tow, we walk back into our home. Every inch of me is drenched, and while I enjoy how Wren looks in a wet shirt, we’re both uncomfortable.
“Do you want to shower first?” she asks while dragging the bags into her room.
“Why would I do that?” I ask with an arched brow.
“Oh, I forgot. You have two bathrooms,” she calls out.
With a subtle eye roll, I lean against her doorway and trail my eyes over her curves. “No, I mean, why would I shower alone ?”
“Weren’t you the one who said shower sex is dry?” she asks, gathering a set of dry lounge wear.
I throw my hands up in defeat, and my eyes follow Wren as she walks into her bathroom. The shower starts, and I count in my head.
One.
I grab the vibrator.
Two.
Don’t mind me, I’m just going to plug this in . . .
Three.
Did she really think I wasn’t going to join her? She’s known me for over ten years, and while I used to be shy, I’m not anymore.
Especially not around her.
I peek around the corner and drop my shirt to the floor. Steam floats through the space, fogging the mirror as my girl hums the song we danced to in the kitchen the other day.
Before Wren, the only sound that filled my space was music or a random TV show I kept on. Now, I can’t imagine not having her around, listening to her sing or seeing her smile. She doesn’t know it yet, but I can’t let her go. I don’t know what her plans are now that we’re together, but this is our home, and the idea of her leaving guts me.
Fumbling with my belt, I place it on the floor and step out of my jeans. The need to be near her is makes me itch.
“How’s it going in there?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t pull the curtain back.
“Good. Did you want to get in next?”
“Yeah, just leave the water running.”
Her hand is on the curtain, and as she pulls it back, I step in with her. The water scorches my back, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is her lips on mine, her full breasts pressed against my chest, and her nipples grazing my skin. I place my hands on her face, guiding her back under the showerhead so she doesn’t get cold.
“I should have known better,” she rasps.
“Was I supposed to resist?” I gently bite her lower lip, and her fingernails dig into my back.
“I was going to join you if you did.”
A chuckle vibrates from my chest. “We have so much time to make up for. I’ll never tire of you.”
“I hope not.”
Passion and yearning fill the kiss that follows, but I don’t push it further than that.
“Quédate conmigo.”
“What does that mean?” she murmurs, her voice breaking a little.
“Stay with me.”
If not for water trickling down on us, I’d think time had frozen.
Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me, and I’d give anything to know what’s running through her head.
Kissing the tip of her nose, I trace her jawline with the pad of my thumb. “Talk to me, baby.”
“You want me to stay?”
“Desperately.”
“What about your shoots? I don’t want to interfere?—”
“We’re together now. Did you really believe I would continue?”
“Well—”
“I wouldn’t do that to you—to us. I’m not interested in sleeping with other women or recording videos. You’re all I want.”
She can chalk it up to the shower all she wants, but her eyes gloss over. “You’d give up your career for me?”
“I’d give my life for you.”
“Theo.” She sniffles and presses her palms into her eyes. “I don’t want to burden?—”
Taking her hands in mine, I pull them to my chest so she looks at me. “You are not a burden,” I say with a level tone. “Don’t you see? You never were. Not when we were kids and certainly not now. You deserve far more than you give yourself credit for, and I will do everything I can to give you everything and more.”
“You mean the world to me.”
“You’re my world.” I brush away the water from her face and offer her a warm smile. “I can’t fathom the idea of losing you.”
From the day we first met in WoSaF, she became the center of my universe. When we met in history class, I swore the universe had a plan up its sleeve. She didn’t leave me when I started recording myself fucking other women on camera. Instead, she helped me come up with a plan to avoid contracting STIs and STDs.
Wren has always been there.
This woman before me makes my heart swell. The blood in my veins races through my body at the sound of her name. She is everything good in this world, and she’s mine. She’s finally mine.
“Stay with me.” I plead with her, curling my hand around the base of her neck, willing her to understand how desperately I need her. “Don’t go back to your apartment.”
“Really?” she whispers.
“Really. I want you here with me. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to see you in the kitchen singing Taylor Swift and dancing in those short shorts.” She laughs softly as I continue. “I want you in my clothes and to watch cartoons with you during dinner. I want this, baby. I want you.”
“I’d love to,” she says with a wide smile.
My stomach flips, and the smile that spreads across my face doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling. This is the epitome of happiness.
“You’ll stay?” I ask, needing to hear it again.
“Yes—”
I cut her off with a series of kisses, and she giggles against me, as I trail my lips down her neck to suck on her pulse point, and she moans.
I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her core flush against my lower stomach. She grinds against me, seeking pressure to relieve the ache we’re both feeling. I turn off the water and make quick work of carrying her to the bed, refusing to stop kissing her luscious lips.
The air conditioner sends goose bumps over my arms, but I won’t be cold for long. Placing Wren on the mattress, she scoots back until her head is on the pillows. Her legs wrap around my waist again, pulling me closer, but before the tip of my cock rubs against her entrance, I stop and reach for the item that started all this.
“I need you to do something for me,” I murmur.
“Anything,” she moans, trying to kiss me.
“I want to watch you make yourself come,” I say, showing her the vibrator.
Her lips tilt upward. “Let me guess. It’s already charged?”
“I may have plugged it in before joining you in the shower.” I press the button, and it rumbles to life. “Show me,” I whisper, trailing it down her stomach toward her clit.
Her fingers graze mine, and I happily pass it to her. Sitting on my heels, I watch as she places the vibrator exactly where she wants it.
My mouth opens as I suck in a breath, and I lick my bottom lip as her back slightly arches off the bed. Color paints her cheeks, a sight I’d replay on an endless loop if I had the option.
Fisting my cock, I stroke myself and moan. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Good,” she pants, her eyes locked on where I’m touching myself.
“You can do better than that. Try again.” My voice drops into an authoritative tone.
“I’m so close and so wet,” she says, trembling.
“Do you like what you see, baby girl?”
“Yes . . .”
She glides the toy down to her entrance and then back up to her clit.
Her pussy is swollen and ready for me. The toy glistens from her arousal, and my cock gets harder at the sight. Increasing the pressure around my length, I take my thumb and drag it between her folds.
With a groan, I bring my thumb to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
She obeys, and I place my thumb on her tongue. “Suck it.”
Closing her lips around my thumb, she sucks, and my cock flexes. The things this woman can do with her mouth are unbelievable.
She swipes her tongue over it and moans while her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Like how you taste?” I growl, licking my lips.
Nodding, she kisses my thumb and moans. “Please, fuck me now.” Her tone is nearing desperation.
And fuck, the things it does to me.
“You want this?” I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, putting it in only to remove it.
“Yes,” she pleads.
“Beg for it.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please, Theo.”
“Again, you want me to fuck you? Fucking beg for it.”
“Please, baby. Please, please, please .”
Lifting her legs, I press myself inside her, filling her in seconds. Her moan is music to my ears.
“You’re so wet,” I rasp in her ear. “Keep touching yourself. Don’t turn it off.”
“It’s too much,” she groans with a slight shake of her head.
“Be a good girl, Wren. You can take it.”
Arching back, I thrust in, increasing my speed as my own desire for pleasure overrides me. Each time I drive into her, she moans and increases her pace as she touches herself. The very sight is enough to make me come, but that can’t happen yet.
She’s so warm and tight. Her walls are sucking me off and pulsing from the vibrator. The sensation hits my balls, and a grunt frees itself from my chest.
“Fucking hell.”
“Theo,” Wren cries. “I can’t?—”
She tries to turn it off, but I grab her hand and hold it in place. “Keep it right there. Don’t move.”
As I thrust my hips deeper and harder, a high-pitched whimper bubbles past her lips. “Oh my god!”
Our hips slam together, and the bed creaks. Her arms start to shake, so I take control and hold it against her clit.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I murmur in her ear, and she tangles her fingers in my hair. “Come for me.”
“Theo.” She whimpers while looking up at me. “It’s too much?—”
Increasing the pressure on her clit, I rub tiny circles and smirk as her entire body trembles.
“You’re doing so well.” I praise her. “Your pussy was made for me. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t feel anything but me. I’m going to ruin you, make you forget the other men who couldn’t make you scream.”
She fists the sheets, and as I lean back to admire her, I fuck the living shit out of her. The way she screams when I hit her most sensitive spot spurs me on. The way she takes my length is a sinful sight for my eyes only. And fucking hell, how her tits bounce and nipples harden as her orgasm threatens her? I’m a lucky man.
I press our chests back together, and she tenses under me. Pulling my hair, she inches upward and cries out incoherent words as pleasure rakes through her.
“That’s my girl,” I moan, licking her neck.
I slow my pace, and not even a second later, chills crawl up my spine and my joints lock. Her greedy pussy is begging for my cum, sucking and massaging it out of me. I drop the toy and kiss her like my life depends on it.
“Fuck.” My mouth parts as my cock flexes inside her. “Wren, shit ?—”
White spots fill my vision, and a wave of warmth surges through me. I spill into her, giving her every drop. As I rasp for air, I thrust into her and keep myself still.
“Theo.” She sucks in a lungful of air.
“I know. Just give me a moment.”
This woman. . . If this were any other woman, I’d be out of bed and cleaning myself off. I’d turn my focus on the camera and ensure the video is saved before turning it off. I’d offer my partner whatever she needed, and she would leave.
Wren is not an ordinary woman, though, and she deserves to be cherished.
“Let me see you,” I say, placing my hands on her cheeks.
Peering up at me, she offers me a soft smile.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper with a kiss.
“You’re beyond stunning,” she moans quietly.
“Am I?” I pull back slightly.
“Always have been.”
“Even when I had long hair?”
“Even then,” she chuckles.
As I stare down at her, longing wraps around my heart. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I was wandering through life, sleeping with strangers, and posting the sessions online. I had been seeking a connection for so long, but I had it the entire time.